July 28, Bridges to Shrewsbury

I decided to do Stage one of the Shropshire Way since I had omitted it where it properly belonged for taxi reasons!  It's always about the taxis.  This time, since I was already in Shrewsbury and staying here another two nights, I got a taxi—the same excellent company SDJ in case you are ever here and need them—to pick me up at 5:45 to ferry me to Bridges, (a location hard to find on Google maps, a pub being the only thing there).  So at 6:15, boots to the ground, I headed north back to Shrewsbury, some fifteen and a half miles away, fourteen by taxi. And there was no schlep in my step today!

The first hour or so was exceptionally pretty, although I have no photos to show for it, but it was rolling woodlands, streams, nice dirt paths, just super enjoyable walking and perfect weather.  Then, of course, there was this:

which is still pretty darn nice.

And this, which is less nice:

And corn, of course:

Which is nice when there is a path through it, and there was.

There was road walking, but none of it awful.  Especially when you are not down there:

The animal life is always a delight.

Meet the fam:

OK, maybe not the fam because Dad is likely not in the picture.

He's beefing up:

I felt really sorry for a bunch of these behind -the-bars moo-ers:

Black faced sheep on the move:

Getting closer:

And closer still!

They are not to be confused with spotted sheep:

which I do not think I have seen before.

Once I was a great big tall majestic tree:

Cute name for a street:

                                    

Yeah, book it right away if you want to stay someplace from which your chances are emerging are, shall we say, slim:

OR, book for someone you don't like at all, as, you know, as a surprise.